The bird flu will kill us all
That’s right, I said it. The bird flu will be here soon and we are all going to die. So screw it, go ahead and max out your credit cards, open up
as many new ones as you can. Stop paying your bills, except of course, utilities for the time being. Live it up, though. We probably only have another year,
two at the most. Get on with it.
I should get on with it, but I’m not feeling all that motivated at the moment. I am not particularly tired, but I have no interest in staying up late. OMG,
I am getting old.
Did I mention Brandy, the troublesome goofy dane got out of her pen the other day? I am so tired of dealing with this, it is driving me crazy. And, of course,
everytime Brandy gets out, one of the neighbors phones animal control on her. Bastards! If I don’t find out who did it, I will just destroy them all.
Muwahahahahaha. So… I think Brandy jumped over the gate this time, as it looked like it was sagging just a tad. I have now secured the air space above
the gate now as well. Fingers crossed this keeps her in. Animal control left a note and threatened us with fines in excess of $400. Bastards, threaten me
will ya? We shall see *digs potatoe canon out of garage* I’m ready!
I would advise against just showing up at the house. Phone first, for your safety.

